Cars were the main talking point between me and the two other friends that constituted my high school posse. In fact, I can’t recall having a conversation about anything else during those four fleeting years. Driver’s licenses began trickling in during my sophomore year, with my eldest friend acquiring his holy laminated rectangle first. A week later, he juddered into the student lot driving a five-speed Subaru WRX, which might as well have been a Lamborghini Countach in our
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